The Commodity Fetish

Radix malorum est Cupiditas.

“My wit is greet, though that I bourde and pleye. This tresor hath Fortune unto us yiven, In mirthe and jolitee oure lyf to liven, And lightly as it comth, so wol we spende. Ey! Goddes precious dignitee! Who wende Today, that we sholde han so fair a grace?”